I had thought it was a bad idea from the beginning, and not just because I was in love with him. She could get hurt very badly. Not that I wouldn't enjoy seeing that prissy bitch in pain, but I was using this as an excuse for opposition to the plan.
Daryl Dixon was way too old for me (I was only 16) but we loved each other. We weren't sure what the rest of the group (minus Andrea; she already knew) would do if they found out. So Daryl and I had thought up a plan to make them less suspicious of our undercover relationship.
Just a few days ago, we had come across another survivor on our way over a bypass. A girl around Daryl's age. Emily. We figured that if everyone thought he and Emily were together, no one would suspect a thing when we both coincidentally snuck off on our own at the same time.
I knew the others were getting a little worried about out distance in the public eye. We tried to stay as far away from each other as we could when around others. This obviously confused them, but no one said anything. Daryl and I had been practically inseparable before, always looking out for each other and goofing around together (though I was the only one he was like that with). Hell, I was the only one who even bothered to show a speck of kindness toward him and his now-missing older brother, Merle.
We had been to the CDC, but that had blown up in our faces (literally), and on our way to Fort Benning, we got stuck on a highway into the city. While we were there, a herd of walkers stumbled past us, forcing us to hide under cars. I had saved a little girl's life, but in the process, ended up stranded in the middle of the forest beside the highway.
I was finally found almost a week later. I stumbled upon the highway by chance. Though no one was there anymore, they had left food and a message. "Kaiya stay here we will come every day". I had done as I was instructed and only a few minutes after I arrived, Glenn, my best friend since birth, showed up with two others from our group.
They took me back to the Greene farm where they had been staying as the search for me ensued and Carl (the young son of Sheriff Rick Grimes) was sleeping off a gunshot wound.
When I arrived, I learned that Daryl had been searching for me almost nonstop (though back at the CDC he had told me he basically didn't give a flying shit about me) and earlier that day had gotten tossed off a cliff a few times, got his foot chewed on by a walker, got his own arrow stuck in his side, and returned to get shot in the head by Andrea who thought he was a walker. All to get my silly little necklace made of green yarn and stale fruit loops that Glenn had made me for my birthday when we were kids.
The morning after I was found, Daryl and I had a bit of a spat and some things were said that I wish hadn't been. In short, I faked like I didn't love him when it was blatantly obvious to anyone watching that I did. This pissed him off.
That afternoon, Glenn announced that there were walkers in the barn of the Greene farm. This caused a bit of an uproar around camp. No one was comfortable with the idea of those beasts caged up so close to our little settlement. So Rick asked Herschel about taking them out. Herschel said no, so we moved on.
I knew it was a little hard for Glenn; Herschel's daughter Maggie and he had a thing. But he knew it was for the best and besides, when he talked about it, he didn't sound like he really believed their love would've lasted for much longer anyhow.
So here we are, camped in the woods by a river off a highway. The same highway a woman named Emily is currently walking along, scared shitless, and unsuspecting of the group behind the trees that is about to adopt her.
So this is basically just a recap of what happened in the story before this and a little bit about the beginning of this sequel.
